Erotic Story/Edymaniac: Busty Ngozi’s night with the bridal shop owner (Part 5)

“H…husband…w…what??” Femi was a bit slow on the roleplay.

“He’s at the Church right now, waiting at the altar, it’s going to be the happiest day of his life.” A wicked smile crept across Ngozi’s face, as Femi’s eyes widened with understanding.

“Oh, ooohhhh, your husband!” Femi had never tried role playing before, but he found it came quite naturally to him, as he continued to shallowly thrust into her.

“I bet he’s there now, practicing his vows, preparing to devote himself to you.” He rammed his dick hard into her, just once and drew it back slowly, Ngozi squeaked with pleasure.

“He’s probably wondering where you are, I’m supposed to be late, but you’re his best man.” Ngozi shook as Femi rammed into her again, holding it in deep. She could feel every vein of his fat dick stretching her trembling pussy, it felt so good.

“A best man who has stood by him for years and watched, as his ungrateful friend was getting to fuck the woman of his dreams!” Their pace quickened again, both of them wrapped up in the fantasy.

“I could always tell when you were watching me” Ngozi moaned.

“Staring down my top like a pervert! You call yourself a friend!”

“You loved teasing me, didn’t you? You bitch.” Femi grasped Ngozi’s bouncing breasts in his hands.

“Now look, they are all mine.”

Ngozi slapped his hands away playfully.

“No! They aren’t yours, you’re not the man I’m marrying!” She was loving every second of it.

“Well I wonder If I should tell your husband, how much of a dirty cheating whore, his bride to be is?”

The word whore was like a trigger for Ngozi. She pulled herself off from Femi’s thrusting dick and spun around. For a brief second Femi thought he had gone too far and Ngozi was about to slap him, but instead she leapt at him, passionately kissing him hard and hungrily.

He responded by pushing her back up against the wall of the cubicle, holding her head as he feasted on her soft lips.

He bent down and sucked on Ngozi’s swollen nipples, squeezing her breasts together in his hands.

“I said they aren’t for you!” Ngozi again pulled his hands away and Femi straightened up.

“I’ll tell you something which is mine.” He said while lifting her up by the ass. Ngozi wrapped her legs around his waist, the train of the dress pooled around his feet.

“Oh yeah what’s that?” She teased. Femi pushed his way deep inside her again. There was no pausing this time as he set about banging her pussy like a wild animal.

They kissed in an equally rough fashion, devouring each others mouths. Femi looked down at her jiggling breasts, pressed against his chest. His dick felt even harder now, like an iron.

Before long his arms began to shake, he wasn’t as young as he used to be. Ngozi noticed and reached up above her head, taking hold of the frame of the cubicle wall, she took some of her own weight.

“OHHH FUCK ME!” She cried out as he continued to ravish her, slamming her ass into his crotch, as he pushed her up against the wall.

Femi didn’t know how much more he could take, his balls were aching, longing for release, but somehow he managed to just keep on going. He had never cum twice in such a short space of time before, so he assumed it was normal. Ngozi wasn’t going to argue, she could feel another intense orgasm stirring inside, her moans and squeals were coming thick and fast once more.

Just as Femi thought he was about to blow he pushed Ngozi up a bit higher, not realising he had his foot planted on the train of her wedding dress. There was a loud ripping noise and both of them froze.

“Oh! Was that what I think it was?” Ngozi’s eyes widened in shock.

Femi nodded, he dropped her down to her feet and they both bent over to asses the damage. There was about a 4 inch tear to the lining of the dress and a section of lace was flapping loose.

“Can you fix it?” Ngozi asked, with a panicked tone to her voice.

“Yes, it’s not too bad, I can probably mend it as good as new.” Femi said with some relief.

“Good! Now where were we?” Her worries about the dress quickly evaporated as she pushed Femi back till he was sat on the low bench adjacent to the mirror.

“Better not risk any further damage.” She reached back and unzipped herself, pulling the dress down over her hips, then stepped out of it.

This was the first time Femi had seen Ngozi in all her naked splendour, wearing only the garter belt around her right thigh. She was a vision of perfection, standing there, her smooth skin now glistening with sweat. He looked down at his own out of shape body sticking to his work shirt, and again wondered why on earth this busty beauty wanted to fuck a fat old man like him.

He didn’t have long to wallow in his thoughts as Ngozi advanced on him. She straddled his lap in a kneeling position, and lowered herself down onto the full length of his shaft.

“Oh yes!” Femi groaned as Ngozi ground around in a circular motion onto his achingly hard dick.

“That’s it fuck this cheating bride!” Ngozi held his shoulders as she bounced herself up and down on him.